Hopes of Tree Chirpers

my hands are cold and the night drifts on maybe I’ll awake before pre dawn birds will be chirping , perhaps a song or two I will see them settle in the morning dew. should they sing before I wake tell them I’m resting and there is food to take stretching their ears for the words I spoke they’ll soon be aware that I never woke chirpers will stop, choir will end all have hopes, searching for their friend